Vintage Photos Of Your Jailbird Relatives

This reminds me of how I felt when the hospital sent us on our way the day after our daughter was born. WTF? How can they just send us home like this? Are we qualified to take her home? We strapped Willow into the car seat and drove away feeling like we were on the run from the man.

The writing on the side of this slide read “Proof of the Giant Cuke”. To me this is proof positive of vegetable doping which is now rampant at county fairs across the states. What was once a friendly competition to see who could grow the largest melon has mutated into some perverse steroid fueled obsession to destroy all others in your quest for the winning blue ribbon. You know who you are, and I’m disgusted.